THE SHARK BITE ...

Four days ago I woke up remembering having a vivid dream.
I sat down 7.00a am in front of my Mac, and this short story came out:

THE SHARK BITE

I remember entering a scrapper corporate building – new york style -  going to the elevator and pushing the button to take me to the 3000 floor.

As I elevate, I feel vertiginous, with the thought of going to a place that is so far away from the ground I step.

I don’t  remember exactly why I went there, but it was something related to work, and at arrival there was two secretaries who seemed to know me well.

( white -  white -  white – memory eraser – cannot recall)

(jump -  next scene)

I jump to a beach place, resort holiday style, northern Europe alike.

I am told we are very near the north pole and I ask: isn’t the see water too cold for all of those happy people to be bathing in?

There is a common, joyful, natural holiday vive to the place: nothing out of ordinary or away from what you would expect: people sitting on the sand, enjoying, talking, relaxing and people playing, having fun I the see -  children too -  young  families mostly.

I melt with the flow and join the place

I am now running barefoot nearby the see water – with the end of the waves greeting me

I play, joy unaware with my little dog

Nearby the water end streamline

The joy and enthusiasm build up

And I forget the water is cold,

I forget I am fully dress

And in the momentum

of the running play and catch game with my little white dog

I fall deeper into the  water, into the see

For a moment I remember

That the water is cold

That I have my clothes on – and that this is a bit of a silly thing to do ( going in the water fully clothed )

Suddenly I feel danger

I went to deep on the water

And I can feel know the challenging strength

Of what it seems to a strong wave

Curling back to the sea

In all its strength

Pushing me back to the sea –into a unknown place I fear
I am in threat

(Pause – focus -  slow motion)

( The scene frozens in this moment and takes into revelation)

I am being taken away

I realize

Something has got hold of me and is now pushing me strongly into the sea,

Away from my world- the ground, the beach

I resist,

With all and extra strength

All my body in tension

Popping out of itself

directing to land

My arms raised above water

Holding my white little dog – unware of any danger

My focus only to escape

And keep my little white dog

Away from the water

We both have to escape predation

A long moment

Of dual opposite forces

Push intensely in opposite ways

One is me and my dog

We are  the prey: escaping – pushing towards  to safe ground , to life, to security

Another is what I sense to be the wave, the sea

The predator

Wanting sincerely only  to feed  regardless

(stop -  frozen scene – silence -  focus -  zoom into meaning/emotion)

now the world around disappears

like someone came with an eraser into this picture

and erased both the beach, the people, the sound, the sea

now there is only

focus, silence

the prey and the predator

alone

in this choreographic moment

of conflict

where they push themselves out  of themselves in opposite directions…

( outside this characters 

and as a consequence

a great force is created

I wonder where it will manisfest? Where will it go … as it must go somewhere…. )

One last push forwad

And I defeat the sea
escape to land

Holding to my chest

My little white dog

I glimpse a shark fin

Appearing and disapering into the water

It was not the sea who was pulling me

It was the shark who got old of me

And I have escaped it

I look at  my back

And I have a hughe shark bite mark

Beautifully healed

Like a drawing

No blood, no pain

No shock,
No fear

Just a confused sense of realization

I have escaped the shark bite

But the memory was left

Permanently

on the body

Feet on safety on known land

I watch the sea

And the people inside it

I fear for them now
I want  to shout
be carefull
there is a shark in these waters

But I have no voice
I have no will
I only have eyes

And I see the shark again

Unexpectedly attempting on prey again

This time it is a young boy child/baby

He bites

Again no blood, no pain, no shouting

Can only remember the slow motion

Expression of the child

Being caught in surprise

Into the mouth of the predator

All is too quick

And smooth
and poetic

The shark has feed

The child disappears
fades from the scene
as if it never was there

And the people on the sea

Continue In they playfull routines
Unaware...

Only I have witness

This intimate moment of prey

(conclusion -  leaving the beach)

I turn my back to the sea
walk out of the beach

Feeling safe
step after step
on the sand

And holding my dearest gift

My little white dog
Close to me

As I step into a certain latitude

High black iron gates raise from the sand
behind me

separating me from the beach and this scenes

I am no longer in this place

And it is now that I turn and look back

From behind the safety of the iron gates

The shark leaves the water now

And in madness fury

Comes into land

directed my way

Convulsing outside his world

But still enduring

It twists and curves

in pain and fury

Why does it want to follow me?

And risk its life ?

Why is it in fury?

I look closely
and realize

the shark is a mix of two animals

the head perfect defined – a shark -  a predator

the body sofly curved  -  a seal -  the prey

The shark

Stepping into land

Reveals its true nature

Conflicting in its own existence

Both prey and predator…

I have escaped (?) the shark bite ….

But I am still looking back
from behind the gates

a tender interest
towards this fascinating dual creature

half predator, half prey

who has now left his world…

I stand behind the gates,
looking after
the shark/seal

waiting for the next scene ....

End… (?)